GALLIFREY TODAY 22 June, 2212
RENEGADE STEALS TARDIS
ARCADIA—Early last Saturday evening, the renegade Timelord known as the Doctor was seen commandeering a TARDIS with a young woman, at this time believed to be his granddaughter, and disappearing into the time vortex.
“He just, sort of, walked up as if he was doing what he was supposed to be,” says a witness who wishes to remain anonymous. “He stepped into the doorway, looked around suspiciously, and then entered and the ship flew off into the horizon.”
The current whereabouts of the Doctor and his companion are not currently known. Friends of the Doctor’s granddaughter, who may be travelling under the pseudonym Susan Foreman, say that the girl mentioned she would be travelling to London, England, Earth in the year 1963. Government officials have kept an eye on the Level 5 planet for any sort of suspicious activity, though nothing to date has been reported.
“As of the current moment, there have not been any altercations in the history of the planet, though we will keep close scrutiny throughout all of time and space for the runaway," a government official explains.
The government has asked the citizens of Gallifrey to surrender any information on the location of the man. "The penalty for theft in this case is not too great, but we would like for the safe return of the vessel. Of course, he may have regenerated by now, so the search may be a struggle, but we plan to follow through."
|The Doctor, in what is believed|
to be his original incarnation
before any occurrence of
I have had many faces and seen many things
I’ve seen the birth of the universe and
when Time ran out
Never once did I ever think that
my own people’s end could come
I’ve run for so long
Helping those whom I could
Leaving those whom I could not
It’s time I stopped
No more helping
A War must be ended
We are no more in the right
There is only bloodshed and it stains the cosmos
A warrior is the one who can end this
I must change once again, for the sake of it all
No more helping
Doctor no more
The trigger is pulled
Timelords, Daleks, burn in flames
I am all alone
What is done is done. I sent my planet up in flames and I watched it burn. Two entire species, wiped out in the single push of a button. It had to be done though, right? War was spreading all across the stars and they were going out. My people were no more in the right than our enemies any longer. What I did, I did without choice, in the name of peace, in the name of sanity. I have been running all my life, but now I have no home to return to. I am truly alone in the universe. On the upside, Journal, I did meet a girl the other day. She’s a rambunctious 19 year-old from 21st century London. I always did love England. She’s the kind of girl who can make all these memories seem like a bad dream. Rose Tyler. The name has the Companion ring to it. Perhaps it will be alright after all. I can show her things her tiny ape mind could never conceive. There is something, however, which my own mind has difficulty comprehending. What is the meaning behind “Bad Wolf”? It follows me wherever I go with this girl. It’s a mystery worth solving, for sure. Until next time, we’ll keep running and we’ll never stop. There is no going home now. No going home.
Parting of the Ways
Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf
Last words, you were fantastic
Know What? So was I
I wanted to be ginger, but that’s alright
I could be bald if I still had this mind
I’ll take you places you dream of at night
Simply because I am a lord of space and time
Ask me why, I’ll just say “Because.”
Be my friend, that’s your part
Any star that ever is or was
Where do you want to start?
Perhaps to Barcelona (the planet)
Stars of which you’ve never heard
I’ll leave it up to you to plan it
All I need is the word
Now, Rose Tyler, say with me
Off we go! Allons-y!
A New Companion
Martha walked into the TARDIS and what she saw she could not comprehend. She asked herself how this was possible and her mind returned no feasible explanation. She ran back out and had a good look at the spectacle. It was an ordinary police box (although ordinary may not be the right word for it; there hadn’t been one on the streets of London for years). She ran around the container several times before reentering. If the box was as small on the outside as what it seemed, how, she asked, was it so big on the inside? It was an entire space ship, infinitely larger on the inside than the out. “What is this place?” she implored.
“It’s called the TARDIS. Stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space,” replied the man who called himself John Smith. “It can travel anywhere in time and space in the blink of an eye. We vanish here and reappear there.” A wide grin spread across his bespectacled face. “Pretty neat, innit?”
Martha was at a loss for words. This morning, she had walked to work at the hospital like any other day. Yet in the last five hours, she had been on the moon, abducted by aliens that looked like rhinos, helped capture an intergalactic fugitive, and saved this man’s life. Or had he saved hers? This man, in his flashy blue suit and dark brown trench coat, was truly remarkable, that much was certain. Everything else about him remained a mystery. “Neat? More like spectacular!”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Didn’t want to get too full of myself, but spectacular is just the word for it. I’ve learned to not show that I know I’m impressive on a first impression. There’s much more time for that later. So what do you say?”
“What do you mean?”
At this, the man spread his arms wide and his smile grew even broader. “All this. Every star that ever was or is ever going to be. This could all be yours. What I’m trying to say, essentially…where do you want to start?”
“Hold on a minute, Mister,” Martha retorted. “What makes you think I’d want to join you? I don’t even know your proper name! John Smith? Really?”
“Name’s the Doctor,” he replied.
“Well, Doctor, if I do come with you, will it always be as dangerous as it was today?”
“Oh yeah,” he responded with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
For the first time since she entered the craft, Martha shared as big a smile as the Doctor’s.
Rose, Martha, Donna
One lost, one left, one forgot
Alone once again
This is my farewell
Time has come, but all I’ll say:
I don’t want to go
I’m young now. Young is cool.
I wear a bowtie. I want a fez.
Bowties and fezzes are cool.
Amelia Pond, I am most definitely
A madman with a box.
It’s the bluest of blue
Old and new, at the same time.
I borrowed it, you know
Let’s you and me never return it
Let’s jump into the unknown
You, me, and Rory the Roman
Come along, Ponds.
All of time waits.
Amy sat on the edge of the main console’s platform, staring off into the infinite space that is the TARDIS. The Doctor looked up from the controls, noticing the discouraged look which graced his companion’s countenance. “Rory,” he called. Rory descended from a staircase in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes and with mouth agape.
“What is it, Doctor?”
“Amy looks glum. See what’s the matter, I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
“What happens after us, Doctor?” Amy chimed in.
The Doctor stopped what he was doing and put his hands on the console. This was a conversation he always hoped would never surface. It was a conversation he never enjoyed having. In an attempt to steer the discussion in another direction, he replied, “I know what will cheer you up. There’s a planet in a resort galaxy that is completely made of ice-cream. There are waterfalls of hot fudge and they say it rains sprinkles, so mind your eyes when you look up. Now I think I’ve put that trip off long enough. What do you say, Ponds?”
“Don’t go off changing the topic, Raggedy Man. What happens to us after you’re gone? You’ve lived forever and probably will continue to.” She looked at Rory. “We won’t. All these people you’ve travelled with, Martha, Rose, Donna, and the others, are we all just stories to you? ‘Cause I’m afraid that you’re just like Father Christmas. You come and wrap us up in a world full of fantasy, but then there’ll come a time when Father Christmas doesn’t show up and you realize that he’s not going to come.” Her voice trailed off and silence filled the room.
The Doctor walked over to where the girl sat and joined her, swinging his feet freely. “Amelia Pond, let me tell you something. I have been travelling for so long that I can’t even really remember how long for. I have seen nearly every edge of the universe (I’m telling you, ice-cream planet; we need to go) and I have seen some of the most spectacular things. All of those things pale in comparison to you. Amelia Pond, the Girl Who Waited, and Rory the Roman: you two are much more than just stories. Before you, I would drift from place to place, alone. You have given me a purpose. I am Father Christmas and I will never stop coming, but you, Amelia Pond, have given me the greatest gift of all.”
Amy smiled and rested her head on the Doctor’s shoulder. “All right, you, no need to get so touchy-feely. But if we are going to go anywhere, let’s not go to that ice-cream planet.”
The Doctor stood up, twirled around and set to work on the controls. “Where to?”
“Can we go to Manhattan?”
Don’t blink, please don’t blink
Blink and you’re dead, you know that
Please, Pond, please don’t blink
Why must everyone I love disappear? Rory and Amy are gone forever. I can’t get them back. Why does this always happen to me? The Weeping Angels took them from me and there’s no getting them back. Perhaps it’s time for me to retire, Journal. Every person I come close to dies or suffers an even worse fate. I can’t let that happen again. I am the Doctor but I bring plague with me wherever I go. No more. No more.
Do you know what you are?
You are the impossible girl.
Twice you have died.
A mystery wrapped in an enigma.
The only mystery worth solving.
I have found you once again.
I have lost so many;
I have lost you twice.
I ran and I remembered.
Who are you,
you impossible girl?
The Time of the Doctor
Ten times you have died and been Reborn.
Eleventh, it is Now your time.
the Zenith of your Adventures will
be you Lying on the battlefield.
Oswin will look on helplessly.
Regeneration is nigh. this is the End.